Unforgettable *A Harry Styles One Direction Love Story*

Chastity works at a popular radio station in London. Harry is one of the most famous teenage boys in the world. When Chastity first meets Harry she doesn't think much of it, and that makes him determined to win her heart. It doesn't seem like fate will have it any other way. Chastity soon realizes that there's more to Harry than fame and fortune.Love. Drama. One Direction.

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8. Monotony

 

 Chastity's POV  

     Brandon gave me a scornful look from the booth before facing the microphone. "Unfortunately, listeners, it appears that our One Direction interview that was planned for today will have to be rescheduled. Sorry for any inconvenience, but keep listening for this afternoon's top ten."

       I waited for the "on air" light to switch off above the door before I spoke. "Brandon, you can hardly be angry with me. You gave me fifteen minutes notice before the interview. Plus, why am I expected to control whether or not a vital member of the band barges out of the studio?"

       He descended the few steps coming out of the booth and grabbed his jacket off the hook. "I know, I'm sorry. I just always thought I could count on you."

       "Are you kidding? How is that fair? Why should I be responsible for your mistakes?" I stomped my foot, frustrated.

       Brandon started to brush past me toward the door, but then abruptly turned, grabbing my shoulders. "Chas, you've always been there to clean up my messes. I thought this would be one of those times, and I know I shouldn't think of things that way, but it's only what I'm accustomed to."

       I narrowed my eyes. "What, so I'm your crutch, there when you need me?"

       Brandon put his hands on his forehead, sighing. "You know what? Nevermind. I'm going out."

       "You can't just leave, you need to run the booth."

       "Chastity, it's my station. I can do what I want. You're in charge for the rest of the night." And with that, he was out the door and gone.

       A rush of wintry air blew in, and I shivered. Now I was cold, frustrated, and alone for the rest of the night. Climbing the steps into the booth, I looked at the clock. 3:15. The boys had left at three, when the interview was meant to start. They claimed they had to go find Harry but I figured they just didn't want to be here. I sat in the plush rolly chair and turned to the computer. Brandon already had playlists set for each hour, so i set each one on a timer to start automatically. I guess that was my work for the night.

       I walked back out of the booth and into my office. Kicking off my shoes, I collapsed onto the small, uncomfortable couch. Before I knew it, though, I was asleep.

       

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